[love-you-like-a-brother-deactiv]

sam's tits. titties. honkers. boobs, even.

[wincestendgame]

Good evening

[headtraumasam]

sam winchester freeuse hole in hollywood babylon, supernatural 2.18

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles Singing “Fancy Like” | DenverCon, October 16, 2021 [x]  

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Nothing is ever really gone from the internet. Starts around the 21:50 mark.

[soulless-puppy]

Lagomorpha Leporidae

by soulless_puppy

Relationships: Sam & Dean, Sam & Rowena

Tags: No Warnings Apply, POV Sam Winchester, Crack, Rabbits, Witchcraft, Mistaken Identity, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Season/Series 12, Case Fic

Summary: Once he has Dean’s fluffy five-pound body hugged to his chest, Sam breathes a sigh of relief.

>>> link! <<<

[bitchfacebrothers]

@spnfanficpond a bunny fic, if you want it ^.^

[atticwifesam]

wincest sex dynamics study.

sam version.

submissive service bottom

bratty provocative bottom

bottom pillow princess

power bottom mommy

[cherryjams]

‘Hands weaving magnetic-core memory, IBM, Poughkeepsie, New York,’ 1956. Photograph by Ansel Adams.

[bladespark]

My mother used to make computer cores as a "work from home" side business. As a child I got spending money via un-winding the ones that failed testing so that the magnetic center could be re-used. I got between $0.05 and $0.25 per core depending. Mom got more for the finished ones, of course, though I don't know how much. Her sister was an expert, and did the more complicated kind, some of which ended up in satellites and/or were used by NASA!

They were all done by hand using a kind of treadle-operated frame with a little (crochet!) hook to pull the wires around the cores. The people making them were mostly housewives who did this as a side-job in the 80s and 90s. I don't know if it's still done that way anywhere in the USA today, but the history of computing and space exploration is littered with "women's work" like this.

[according2thelore]

when they first start having sex, dean expects sam to be pretty fastidious about condom use. for one, dean taught him right: no glove no love, there’s no other way about it, sammy. for two, sam’s kind of an upstanding citizen when it comes to double knotting his laces and rinsing out the bottom of his coffee mug and keeping a comb handy. for three (third? whatever, dean’s not precious about it), they haven’t had the…exclusivity talk yet.

as soon as sammy said “i do” to buttfucking and getting buttfucked on the regular, dean dusted his hands of any other hangers-on.

so he’s quite surprised when he fumbles around for a condom one night and sam shakes his head, bangs sticking to his forehead and fumbles it out of dean’s hand.

“no,” he pants, “in me, you have to come inside me dean, please. wanna feel you leaking out for hours.”

and well. fuck. dean can’t say no to that.

when it’s his turn in a few days, he rolls away from sam’s mouth and has to try to focus through sam’s open mouthed kisses and bites to his shoulder blades as he fumbles in his nightstand for a condom.

sam makes an honest to god whine when he sees it, and laces his fingers with dean, keeping dean from opening it up.

“please, dean,” he murmurs, kissing dean with enough tongue to make dean forget his own name, “wanna come inside you, don't you wanna feel me?" and somehow dean gets distracted and the next thing he knows, sam is staring intently at dean's hole, pushing his come back in with strong, overwhelming fingers.

it becomes a routine. dean'll fumble around for a condom or pull one out of his wallet or yank open the glovebox for them and sam's big clever fingers will slide it out of dean's palm and drop it to the floor or the sheets or the asphalt.

and dean can't really find it in him to complain because he's having the best sex of his life on a daily basis. sam barely lets him go fifteen hours without bending him over or pulling him down.

one day, sam jumps on dean as soon as they light a warehouse full of vampires on fire, pushing him up against the impala and fumbling wildly for dean’s belt. when sam starts rubbing his fingers down the back of dean’s sweaty day-three boxers, dean smacks at his hands and warns “hey man i haven’t had time to clean today” because dean doesn’t care if he is fucking his brother—saying i didn’t douche is embarrassing as fuck.

sam, if anything, kisses dean harder, takes dean’s wallet out of his back pocket, palms the lube and leaves the condom as he drops dean's wallet onto the ground.

dean, who gets yelled at if he doesn't wash his hands after using the urinal, balks. until, well, he's distracted. you understand.

dean wises up one day after he hauls his creaky joints out of bed to get sam a washcloth—he’s the picture of chivalry despite his brain being drained out through his dick, thank you very much—and comes back to find sam rubbing dean’s come into the inside of his thigh like a fancy lotion.

a lightbulb. dean’s little brother might be a fan of dirty messy possessive smelly sex. huh.

dean stops trying to bring up condoms. sam starts asking dean to come on his face.

[musubiarte]

UPDATE:

The other day I was surfing the internet and I found this specialized painting colour wheel, it shows how real paint colours relate to each other. 

Outside: the purest/brightest colours from the tube.

Inside: naturally muted or earthy colors, like browns and ochres.

The Center: dark neutral tones used for mixing shadows.

The Lines: two equilateral triangles. One shows the triad of primary colors, and the other shows the triad of secondary colors. Triads are traditionally used to create vibrant yet perfectly balanced compositions.

Complementary colors: are those located directly opposite each other on the wheel.

Shadows I:

If you want to achieve rich, dark neutrals, the standard rule is to mix a color with its direct complementary (opposite) tone. However, doing this can often make your shadows look flat or muddy.

Instead of using the exact complementary color, the real trick is to use one of the colors right next to it (either to the left or the right). By doing this, you avoid a dull mix and introduce a beautiful, subtle color bias into your shadow, keeping it clean and full of life. You can see an example of this in the second image.

I want to share this with you because I think it is really illustrative!

Reference: “Quiller Wheel” by Stephen Quiller (👈link)

[twiststreet]

She got the idea for the study while walking with her advisor at Stanford to discuss her thesis topic, and the paper she eventually published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology in 2014 is sharp enough that it should have ended the seated meeting on the day it came out.

She ran 4 experiments on 176 people. Same person tested twice. Once sitting, once walking. The creativity tasks were the standard ones psychologists have used for decades to measure how good a brain is at generating novel useful ideas.

81% of participants in the first experiment produced more creative ideas while walking than while sitting. In the second experiment, 88%. In the third, 100%. Every single person walked into a more creative version of themselves. On average, people generated 60% more novel useful ideas the moment their legs started moving.

The skeptical question is the obvious one. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe it was the scenery passing by. Maybe it was the change of environment doing the work, not the walking itself.

Oppezzo killed every one of those explanations with one experimental decision. She put people on a treadmill facing a blank wall. No scenery. No fresh air. No environmental change. Just legs moving in place while staring at white drywall. The 60% boost held.

Then she ran the experiment that closed the case completely. She took participants outside in two conditions. Half of them walked through a Stanford courtyard. The other half were pushed through the exact same courtyard in a wheelchair. Same outdoor stimulation. Same scenery passing at the same speed. The only difference was whether the legs were moving.

The walkers produced dramatically more novel high-quality ideas than the wheelchair group. The outdoors did almost nothing on its own. The walking did everything.

She also tested the opposite kind of thinking. Convergent thinking. The kind where there is one right answer and you have to narrow down to it. Word puzzles where 3 words share a hidden fourth word that connects them. The seated participants did slightly better on these. Walkers got slightly worse.

Walking is not a general intelligence enhancer. It does one specific thing. It opens up the divergent search inside your brain. The part that generates options. The part that produces unexpected connections. The part that takes a problem and finds five ways into it instead of one.

When you need to converge on the single right answer, sit down. When you need to find the answer in the first place, get up.

The mechanism is now well understood. Walking selectively activates what neuroscientists call the default mode network, the system inside your brain that runs when you are not consciously focused on anything. The DMN is where mind-wandering happens. Where memories cross-reference each other. Where ideas that have been sitting in separate folders inside your head finally bump into each other.

When you sit at a desk and force yourself to concentrate, you suppress the DMN. When you walk at a natural pace, the executive part of your brain gets just busy enough handling the walking that the DMN comes online and starts doing the work that focus was blocking.

The most useful finding in the entire paper is the one almost nobody quotes. The boost did not turn off the moment people stopped walking. Participants who walked first and then sat back down stayed elevated. Their next round of seated creativity work was still significantly better than people who had been sitting the whole time. The rest lingered for at least several minutes after the legs stopped moving.

You do not need to do creative work while walking. You need to walk before the creative work. The brain holds the state.

Edited down a long tweet. (x)

[quixoticanarchy]

i do not want to live in the fucking panopticon fuck the camera that blinks above me at work, the tv watching me at the store, the "smile you're on camera" signs, the ring cameras, the flock cameras, the apps to track your child or partner, the activist friends telling me "just assume everything you do in public is being recorded somewhere", the government building protester databases, the teslas recording every move all around them, the knowledge that everything i type or search or save is being tracked and logged, the ads and search suggestions that mysteriously know what i was just talking about, the way biometrics keep creeping into more places, the way my car spies on me, the way my phone spies on me, the way there is nowhere to go to get away from it!!! no wonder the internet is full of vindictive little stalkers and witchhunts when it's the water and the air of society from the culture to the infrastructure

[keen-eye]

before sam gets to the age where he starts dating girls john asks dean if he thinks sam is 💅 and dean tells sam that john asked him that so sam better start acting less GAY

[sportsmusicsoapsmoviesfan]

[depsidase]

[do-not-u-dare]

Stole this from somewhere but i think it’s appropriate

[marigoldtrigger]

Texas

[monstersandbrothers]

jensen is like i will literally do anything for you jared i will get on my hands and knees and wipe ur sweat and bottle feed you and help you change your outgoing voicemail message because it’s so fucking irritating to me and i will have the worst attitude and will be wearing my grumpiest face the entire time and pretending like this is all so very annoying to me but then when ur not paying attention i will gaze at you with the most flayed open look of love and fondness and adoration that no human being in the history of the universe could ever match

[synesindri]

ok the thing that's tricky about the sexual metaphors of angel vessels in spn is that imo the angel plotline of s5 is set up primarily as a family horror thing, not as a sexual horror thing. the sexual horror is there with the emphasis on consent or lack thereof and bodily intimacy, but it's in the context of family (whether as a sort of pseudo-incest or in the sense of families consisting of spouses as well as people who are related by blood is not specific) [cw for pseudo-incest and non-specific incest allusions throughout this post]

archangels' true vessels go by bloodline. michael shows up as john to talk to dean. had dean said yes to michael, it would have symbolized dean becoming his father, doing what was imposed on him by fate, by bloodline, and by upbringing. that's mostly about family — blood family.

lucifer is more difficult, because on the one hand a yes from sam to lucifer symbolizes sam doing what he is predestined to do by fate and by bloodline, but specifically by rejecting his family and prioritizing himself (obviously this is not why sam said yes in swan song but hypothetically this is what a full, unqualified, non-rebellious yes from sam to lucifer would have meant). lucifer doesn't introduce himself as someone sam is related to by blood; lucifer introduces himself as jess, someone sam chose to love — in a sense, sam's chosen family. the emphasis on family is still there, with lucifer calling himself sam's real family in swan song, but what does that mean? in a sense it's blood family, since it is still a fate thing and a bloodline thing that is something sam has no say in (other than to accept or reject the connection, similar to how sam has no say in being related to john and dean other than to accept or reject sticking around with them in adulthood), but in another sense lucifer is family in a more spousal way, in that sam earnestly choosing lucifer would kind of be like sam choosing a partner his family wouldn't approve of.

and like, none of that is how it actually plays out; dean rejects michael and sam doesn't choose lucifer for the sake of being with lucifer, but anyway, that's what the setup would be, had everything gone according to the fated plan. the sexual metaphors are imo not the primary ones in re:the true vessel plotline, so figuring out what the consent/intimacy/etc language around a more family-oriented metaphor means is complicated. it kind of feels like the romantic/sexual tinge to some of the angel-vessel stuff is more to emphasize how creepy and invasive it is when families make it so that people have to make every decision about their lives, bodies, and relationships according to what their family dictates, more than to be about sex specifically (although that aspect is also undeniable!)